The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

A collective gasp filled the spacious gymnasium.

"His strength is considerable, and his sprinting speed is passable."

Chen Beixuan looked down at Long Ao, who was still struggling.

"But your movements have too long a wind-up. Every punch you throw is a pre-announcement to the enemy about which part you're going to attack."

He released him and took a half-step back.

"When you encounter an opponent who knows how to use their strength against you, your strength becomes a knife they can use to kill you."

Long Ao's face turned bright red.

I was careless; how could this person serve food like that?

Do all people with the surname Chen like to pretend they're not there?

This seemingly unremarkable new teacher shattered the pride of all the top students with her overwhelming strength.

[That's it? I thought there would be some really exciting special effects and fight scenes.]

[A one-sided stomp is no fun; it's just like a max-level player going back to the starting area to stomp on weaker opponents.]

[Coffin Bro, hurry up and show him what a freshman is like (evil laugh)]

The comments section in my field of vision started stirring up trouble again, as if they didn't want to miss out on making a scene.

Chen Guan sighed helplessly. He always tried to avoid such things; he was just an ordinary first-year student.

Now that the new leader has given them a good start, it's time for the regular physical training.

However, the law of things not going as planned always happens precisely at such times.

Chen Beixuan patted non-existent dust off his hands, his extremely imposing gaze sweeping over the crowd.

Finally, that gaze steadily landed on Chen Guan, who was standing in the far corner carrying a huge coffin.

"That classmate carrying the coffin."

Chen Beixuan raised his right hand and pointed directly at the location of the coffin, his tone carrying an undisguised mockery.

"I've noticed you've been sighing since the start of class. Do you have some disagreement with my practical demonstration just now?"

All the students present turned their attention to Chen Guan, following the direction of his finger.

Long Ao, on the other hand, adopted a relaxed expression, arms crossed, watching the show with amusement.

It wasn't that he was gloating, but he was just curious about Chen Guan's current strength. He felt that this new teacher could probably force him to use his full power.

Chen Guan: "..."

The comments section misled me!

These days, it's so difficult to be a nobody in school.

"Teacher, you've misunderstood. I just didn't sleep well last night."

Chen Guan spoke very politely, trying to brush the matter off with the most ordinary excuse.

"Oh, so you didn't sleep well."

Chen Beixuan drew out his words and slowly walked towards the direction where Chen Guan was.

"What a coincidence! Come on up here and stretch your muscles with me. I guarantee it will cure your sleep deprivation."

He stopped less than a meter away from Chen's coffin and looked it up and down.

"Coming to a physical combat class carrying such a big, cumbersome thing, don't you find it heavy? Oh, rich man, using Xuan Iron."

Chen Guan looked directly at Chen Beixuan, who was standing close by and had a strange, sarcastic expression.

The oppressive aura emanating from this man as he approached was several levels stronger than when he was in the center of the arena.

Chen Guan showed no intention of removing the coffin: "I remember the school didn't prohibit it."

"interesting."

Chen Beixuan took two large steps back, his legs slightly apart, assuming a stance ready to attack at any moment.

"Then bring this strange thing of yours up here and let me see what real skills you have that allow you to be half asleep and half awake during my class."

The barrage of comments from the audience instantly filled half of their field of vision, and they were caught up in a frenzy.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Chen Guan had no choice but to turn around and grip his weapon tightly.

"First year, Chen Guan."

Chen Guan gave his name according to the procedure.

"Chen Guan? Interesting. I've heard of you."

Chen Beixuan chuckled. This time, instead of standing still and passively waiting like he had when facing Long Ao, he chose to take the initiative.

The straight-line speed Chen Beixuan unleashed was more than twice as fast as when he dealt with Long Ao.

He instantly closed the spatial distance between himself and Chen Guan, and his raised right palm transformed into a powerful and unparalleled hand chop, viciously slashing towards the right side of Chen Guan's neck.

Chen Guan made no attempt to retreat or dodge.

He gripped the long handle of the sickle tightly with both hands, holding it firmly across his chest. The dull, grating sound of metal colliding with flesh echoed through the empty stadium.

Chen Beixuan's hand chopped heavily in the center of the sickle's metal handle.

The enormous reaction force was transmitted directly through the long handle, and Chen Guan felt his two tiger mouths were shaken and a little sore.

This man in cloth shoes possessed physical strength that was utterly unreasonable.

Using this thrust, Chen Guan slid backward smoothly for a short distance, and at the moment the space opened up, he swung his huge scythe without hesitation.

The black, sharp blade was aimed directly at Chen Beixuan's unsuspecting side.

Chen Beixuan neither dodged nor evaded. Just as the edge of the sickle was about to cut through his plaid shirt, his body folded up in a way that defied human anatomy.

The sickle grazed his side and fell into the empty space.

At the same time, Chen Beixuan's toe kicked towards Chen Guan's left wrist, which was holding the knife, with a whooshing sound.

Chen Guan flipped his wrist and used the broad back of his scythe to take the blow that was powerful enough to shatter a stone slab.

The two exchanged blows more than a dozen times in just a few seconds.

The heavy thuds of the collision and the sounds of limbs rapidly clashing reached everyone's ears.

The students watching from all around didn't even dare to blink.

They never imagined that Chen Guan, who usually kept a low profile in the team, could fight on equal terms with this terrifying teacher who had just defeated Long Ao.

Oh no, the rumors are true! He really did crush all the top talents in the country!

What does it mean for a psychic-type to completely overwhelm a enhancement-type in melee combat?

The students began to wonder if they were under an illusion. Chen Guan had previously been known for his mental strength, so they all assumed that he was a mental being.

But now it seems... my understanding has collapsed.

An Changqing was intently observing every movement of Chen Guan's attacks, and he found that there were no fancy or unnecessary variations in Chen Guan's moves.

Every move is aimed directly at the vital points of the human body.

Chen Beixuan became more and more excited as he fought, and his attack rhythm gradually became faster and faster.

"Dude, your strength can't be simply described as just being a little bigger."

After Chen Beixuan blocked a powerful whip kick with the hilt of his sword, he chuckled and made a sarcastic remark.

Chen Guan had no intention of responding; he was simply doing his best to control his strength and maintain a stalemate where neither side could win.

He didn't want to reveal too much of himself in front of everyone, but Chen Beixuan's keen combat intuition was really a headache, and knowing how much power to hold back was a troublesome matter.

Just as the two separated again using the force, Chen Beixuan unexpectedly stopped all his attacks.